Chu Kuangren stood there, looking at Linghu Teng and Murong Yu lying on the ground. His eyes showed a hint of disappointment.
"Weak. So utterly weak. I can't even muster any energy to fight you properly."
The other sword cultivators around them swallowed hard, shaken by seeing how effortless he had suppressed the duo.
"Chu Kuangren's power is far too horrifying."
"Exactly! Is he even human?!"
Linghu Teng gingerly lifted his head that was bloodied and bruised and stared at the white-robed figure not far off with blazing reluctance of his defeat.
"How could he be this powerful?!"
"Despicable!"
In the distance, Murong Yu, who was sent flying by Chu Kuangren, leaped into the air with eyes red with rage. Beams of light swirled around his body before it merged to form ancient and mystical runes that emanated heavy Daoist Rhymes.
The runes piqued Chu Kuangren's interest.
"Boundary Sage sword runes. Interesting."
